#mecca
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS of GOVERNMENTS AND MILITARIES of CORRUPT LEADING WORLD SUPERPOWERS
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS of the terrorists, of the US government, of the Israeli government, of the Saudi government, etc. and their militaries because that's exactly what they are...FAKE!!!
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS because their fabricators are not motivated by or initiated by a desire to defend or to help or to rescue or to promote peace, but rather by greed, a desire to steal, to smother righteousness, to barricade Islam, to colonize, and to put an end to the justice and social justice components or features of Islam that promote fairness, equality, there's no person or no deity greater than, more important than, more significant than ALLAH SUBHANNA WA TA 'ALA, no human is superior to or better than or over another human, brotherhood and sisterhood, unity among all social beings regardless of national, racial, cultural, sectarian, economic, institutionalized education, and other social differences.
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS because their aim is to eliminate, eradicate, blow up What MECCA is all about!!!
By: Najwa Kareem
Written and published on 1/30/26
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
All roads lead to your curls
Have you read My Heart lately?
It’s the Hero’s Journey
And you, my Resurrection
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
Sasha Milivoyev
BLACK STONE
Mecca, Saudi Arabia
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
By the Black Stone
Sinful, on my knees,
with tears in my eyes,
I'm pleading,
begging for forgiveness,
when blood-red turned the skies,
the stone grew darker,
blacker than night,
and it used to be white,
as luminous as the daylight,
when from the Garden above,
it fell many a warm Mays ago,
when it fell from Jannah,
far, far down below,
it was whiter than milk
and whiter than snow,
blackened from within,
from human malice and sin.
Never let it slip away,
the dushman came from far away,
tried bringing Kaaba to its knees,
killing Muslims,
the desert still bleeds,
covered in corpses,
devoured by rodents and beasts.
The Judgement Days are dawning soon.
The Sun will stop,
merge with the Moon,
Into the particles
the hills will be shattered,
spill like the honey that is melted,
Allah will be a righteous judge to everyone,
To the fires of hell, the monsters will succumb,
The stone will shine
with whiteness of dazzling purity,
The stone will be singing eternally,
The songs of joy, love and harmony.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Copyright © by Sasha Milivoyev, 2022
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 3:18 AM UTC
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
god is
one
but we think
you deserve
to die
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
i choose a
veil for i'm
a willing slave
we cry just like
you & i
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
you
pierce the
wrong veil
but we are not
people behind
the cries of
my brothers
silenced
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
you laugh at
a tongue twisted
around your words
but ours still
sound crass
on yours
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
I'm making a pub pilgrimage,
A malted Mecca trip;
I'm leaving all I love at home
Crusading with the Picts.
I'll be alone with all my thoughts,
It's what must needs be done,
To keep the demons off.
Publicans meet me on the steps,
On Sundays by the side;
This trip of three thousand miles
May **** should I survive.
My altar's elbow worn,
The finest oaken wood;
I'll climb the stairs on knees,
Hear bells, raise cups of cheer.
There's games of chance,
Some romance,
With songs and several fools;
It has trappings of Canterbury
In pubs all called O'Tooles.
There's Highland mead,
And broken bread,
With harps from inner rooms,
I'll have dispirited spirits
And revel inside tombs.
My cave awaits on my return,
It's dark and hard and cold;
But I know the light's within my sight,
If I move this granite stone.
I'll bring with me a scapula
To make those visions stop,
The relics that I sought,
Those demons of a sot.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Mystical Priest,
Come into mind,
Suffocate it,
And blame the truth(s)
We never disagree
Never comitting,
The Parade,
Of darkness, and solitude
We move, day by day
We learn,
From book to books
From story to stories
I want to meet
That priest
On the great journey,
Of life
Of value(s)a-investment
Surprisingly,
The Priest
Is me,
Myself.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC